HYPOCRISY

He made free use of
Christian vocabulary. He talked about the blessing of the Almighty and the
Christian confessions which would become the pillars of the new government. He
assumed the earnestness of a man weighed down by historic responsibility. He
handed out pious stories to the press, especially to the church papers. He
showed his tattered Bible and declared that he drew the strength for his great
work from it as scores of pious people welcomed him as a man sent from God.
Indeed, Adolf Hitler was a master of outward religiosity--with no inward
reality!

Today in the Word, June 3, 1989.

Congressman addressing
House of Representatives: "Never before have I heard such ill-informed,
wimpy, back-stabbing drivel as that just uttered by my respected colleague, the
distinguished gentleman from Ohio."

E.E. Smith in the Wall
Street Journal.

During one of his
political campaigns, a delegation called on Theodore Roosevelt at his home in
Oyster Bay, Long Island. The President met them with his coat off and his
sleeves rolled up.

"Ah, gentlemen,"
he said, "come down to the barn and we will talk while I do some
work."

At the barn, Roosevelt
picked up a pitchfork and looked around for the hay. Then he called out,
"John, where's all the hay?"

"Sorry, sir,"
John called down from the hayloft. "I ain't had time to toss it back down
again after you pitched it up while the Iowa folks were here."

Bits & Pieces, November 12,
1992, pp. 19-20.

Have you checked the
labels on your grocery items lately? You may be getting less than you thought.
According to U.S. News & World Report, some manufacturers are
selling us the same size packages we are accustomed to, but they are putting
less of the product in the box. For example, a box of well-known detergent that
once held 61 ounces now contains only 55. Same size box, less soap.

How something is wrapped
doesn't always show us what's on the inside. That's true with people as well.
We can wrap ourselves up in the same packaging every day -- nice clothes, big
smile, friendly demeanor -- yet still be less than what we appear to be.

Daily Bread, June 22,
1992.

Some years ago a
remarkable picture was exhibited in London. As you looked at it from a
distance, you seemed to see a monk engaged in prayer, his hands clasped, his
head bowed. As you came nearer, however, and examined the painting more
closely, you saw that in reality he was squeezing a lemon into a punch bowl!

What a picture that is of
the human heart! Superficially examined, it is thought to be the seat of all
that is good and noble and pleasing in a man; whereas in reality, until
regenerated by the Holy Ghost, it is the seat of all corruption. "This is
the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather
that light."

Moody's Anecdotes, p. 69.

The death of Soviet
dictator Joseph Stalin is reputed to have been caused by a seizure suffered at
a meeting of the Presidium, the Communist party executive committee. Livid with
fury, Stalin leaped from his seat, only to crash to the floor unconscious.
While other Presidium members stared at the prone figure, scheming bureaucrat
Laverenti Beria jumped up and danced around the body shouting, "We're free
at last! Free at last!" But as Stalin's daughter forced her way into the
room and fell on her knees by her father, the dictator stirred and opened one
eye. Beria at once dropped down beside Stalin, seized his hand, and covered it
with kisses.

Today in the Word, September,
1991, p. 16.

The Queen Mary was the
largest ship to cross the oceans when it was launched in 1936. Through four
decades and a World War she served until she was retired, anchored as a
floating hotel and museum in Long Beach, California.

During the conversion, her
three massive smokestacks were taken off to be scraped down and repainted. But
on the dock they crumbled. Nothing was left of the 3/4 inch steel plate from
which the stacks had been formed. All that remained were more than thirty
coasts of paint that had been applied over the years. The steel had rusted
away.

When Jesus called the
Pharisees "Whitewashed tombs," He meant they had no substance, only
an exterior appearance.

Robert Wenz.

Toward the end of the
fourth and the beginning of the third century B.C. there was a very famous
architect by the name of Sostratos. The king of Egypt used him in order to
build the famous beacon light of Alexandria. The king's purpose in building
this beacon light was that the ships might find their way into the safety of
the port. When the building was completed, architect Sostratos chiseled his own
name on a stone that was part of the building. He did not want it to be readily
visible and so he covered it with mud and whitewash. On top of that he wrote
with gold letters the king's name so that when the waves hit the mud it would
wash it away and his own name would appear.

Source Unknown.

Robert Redford was walking
one day through a hotel lobby. A woman saw him and followed him to the
elevator. "Are you the real Robert Redford?" she asked him with great
excitement. As the doors of the elevator closed, he replied, "Only when I
am alone!"

Source Unknown.

England's Prince Philip
was toasted at a banquet once with two lines from John Dryden:

A man so various that he
seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome.

The prince liked the lines
so much he looked up the rest of the poem:

Stiff in opinions, always
in the wrong;
Was everything by starts, and nothing long:
But, in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

Paul Dickson, Toasts

We're all like the moon,
we have a dark side we don't want anyone to see.

Mark Twain

Francois Fenelon was the
court preacher for King Louis XIV of France in the 17th century. One Sunday
when the king and his attendants arrived at the chapel for the regular service,
no one else was there but the preacher. King Louis demanded, "What does
this mean?" Fenelon replied, "I had published that you would not come
to church today, in order that your Majesty might see who serves God in truth
and who flatters the king."

Source Unknown.

My brother adopted a snake
named Slinky, whose most disagreeable trait was eating live mice. Once I was
pressed into going to the pet store to buy Slinky's dinner. The worst part of
this wasn't choosing the juiciest-looking creatures or turning down the clerk
who wanted to sell me vitamins to ensure their longevity. The hardest part was
carrying the poor things out in a box bearing the words "Thank you for
giving me a home."

Joanne Mitchell, Reader's Digest, February,
1990.

A rather pompous-looking
deacon was endeavoring to impress upon a class of boys the importance of living
the Christian life. "Why do people call me a Christian?" the man
asked. After a moment's pause, one youngster said, "Maybe it's because
they don't know you."

Source Unknown.

There was a preacher who
was interviewing with a pastoral search committee. An English teacher headed
the committee, and was very concerned that the future pastor spoke properly.
"When the hen is on the nest, does she sit or set?" he asked the
candidate. The hopeful pastor was frustrated. He didn't know what to say, and
his career was on the line. Finally he replied, "It really doesn't matter
if she's sitting or setting. What I want to know is this: when she cackles is
she laying or lying?"

No man, for any
considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the
multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

Nathaniel Hawthorne.

One blistering hot day
when they had guests for dinner, Mother asked 4-year old Johnny to return
thanks. "But I don't know what to say!" the boy complained. "Oh,
just say what you hear me say" his mother replied. Obediently the boy
bowed his head and mumbled, "Oh Lord, why did I invite these people over
on a hot day like this?"

Source Unknown.

When it comes to term
papers, you're the creative type who likes to ponder your brilliant ideas
before committing them to a typed page. Trouble is, your parents are clock
watchers who are ever-mindful of your approaching deadline and expect the sound
of constant production from your room.

Despair no more. You can
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tape now on the market. After dinner, retreat to your room, shut the door and
turn on your tape recorder. Your walls will instantly echo with the industrious
sounds of paper being rolled into a typewriter, followed by the
click-clickity-click clatter of somebody hard at work. A full 60 minutes of
stereo-typing, while you recline in peaceful procrastination.

The "Genius at
Work" tapes, produced by Dying Need Industries, can be purchased by
writing: P.O. Box 124, Hubbard Woods, Il 60093. They cost $6.95 each...which
shows who the real genius is.

Campus Life, March, 1981,
p. 31.

Lengthy Illustrations

We Americans do not
adequately appreciate the political process in our nation. During the campaign,
I often recounted a nightmarish 1938 incident from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's The
Gulag Archipelago, by way of contrast:

A district party
conference was under way in Moscow Province. It was presided over by a new
secretary of the District Party Committee, replacing one recently arrested. At
the conclusion of the conference, a tribute to Comrade Stalin was called for.
Of course, everyone stood up (just as everyone had leaped to his feet during
the conference with every mention of his name). The hall echoed with
"stormy applause, raising to an ovation." For three minutes, four
minutes, five minutes, the "stormy applause, rising to an ovation,"
continued. But palms were getting sore and raised arms were already aching. And
the older people were panting from exhaustion. It was becoming insufferably
silly even to those who adored Stalin. However, who would dare to be the first
to stop? The secretary of the District Party could have done it. He was
standing on the platform, and it was he who had just called for the ovation.
But he was a newcomer. He had taken the place of a man who'd been arrested. He
was afraid! After all, NKVD men were standing in the hall applauding and
watching to see who would quit first! And in the obscure, small hall, unknown
to the leader, the applause went on -- six, seven, eight minutes! They were
done for! Their goose was cooked! They couldn't stop now till they collapsed
with heart attacks! At the rear of the hall, which was crowded, they could of
course cheat a bit, clap less frequently, less vigorously, not so eagerly --
but up there with the presidium where everyone could see them?

The director of the local
paper factor, an independent and strong-minded man, stood with the presidium.
Aware of all the falsity and all the impossibility of the situation, he still
kept on applauding! Nine minutes! Ten! In anguish he watched the secretary of
the District Party Committee, but the latter dared not stop. Insanity! To the
last man! With make-believe enthusiasm on their faces, looking at each other
with faint hope, the district leaders were just going to go on and on
applauding till they fell where they stood, till they were carried out of the hall
on stretchers! And even then those who were left would not falter... Then,
after eleven minutes, the director of the paper factory assumed a businesslike
expression and sat down in his seat. And, oh, a miracle took place! Where had
the universal, uninhibited, indescribable enthusiasm gone? To a man, everyone
else stopped dead and sat down. They had been saved! The squirrel had been
smart enough to jump off his revolving wheel.

That, however, was how
they discovered who the independent people were. And that was how they went
about eliminating them. That same night the factory director was arrested. They
easily pasted ten years on him on the pretext of something quite different. But
after he had signed Form 206, the final document of the interrogation, his interrogator
reminded him: "Don't ever be the first to stop applauding!"

Robert P. Dugan, Jr., Winning
the New Civil War, pp. 25-27.

Commentary and Devotional

Anyone who has ever taught
or attempted to lead others knows the tendency in all of us toward exaggerating
our depth of character while treating leniently our flaws. The Bible calls this
tendency hypocrisy. We consciously or subconsciously put forward a better image
of ourselves than really exists. The outward appearance of our character and
the inner reality (that only God, we, and perhaps our family members know) do
not match.

C.S. Lewis explains the
conflict in The Four Loves: Those like myself, whose imagination far exceeds
their obedience, are subject to a just penalty; we easily imagine conditions
far higher than any we have really reached. If we describe what we have
imagined we may make others, and make ourselves, believe that we have really
been there.